I made the beds, mopped the floor, picked up the mess, did the laundry, prepared 3 meals and fed Little Boy. It was a lot of work but it ensured that the difficult-to-feed Little Boy could eat the things he was used to eating. Plus, it saved us many tourist dollars.
This time though, I feel so spoilt. The Daughter is an almost-me. She does the laundry, makes the beds and vacuums the floor. She picks up after her brother and even folds the clothes. Little Boy takes out the garbage and carries in the fire wood. The Husband flew back to Singapore a few days earlier and in his absence, Little Boy even sets up the fire and I only need to strike the match to the solid fuel under the logs.
I really only have to cook. The children offer to do most other things.
Maybe one day, I will travel with The Daughter, Little Boy and their own little families ... and all I need to do is sit in a corner and smile at everyone with my toothless gums. It would be nice.